sangwoo x obama

ch fo

damn.

sangwoo found a fucking glock and was now marching to the white house.

"the new president will be fucking me." if sangwoo got ahold of America, it'd be pretty fucking cool. just think about it, the country was already in shambles, so sangwoo would fix it with his giant 4 mile large cock.

sangwoo's first man would be fucking obama. instead of political announcements, sangwoo and obama would have the camera super close to their fucking faces as they made out. free obama and sangwoo media.

"yoonbum can be my shitty bodyguard." sangwoo walked up the white steps of the white house. "he can shit on my fucking assassins. but dying is a real fucking pussy move so i can't die lmao POGCHAMP." pausing as he saw a giant ass door, there were no bitches standing outside so sangwoo waltzed right the fuck in with his glock.

"damn this shit is easier then picking up women zooweemama!" sangwoo was overall excited to shoot this motherfucker. after this he could leave this shitty house and then go search for obama and kiss his yummy, scrum-diddilyumptious ass.

it was all up to sangwoo to find obama. thanks to the well-thought-out-plot, sangwoo wasn't greeted by gunshots or police sirens. it was just eerily quiet as he marched to the room where supposedly that orange fuck was.

"oh shit this is it." there was a door with a large nameplate reading 'president room do not enter unless you want your dick chopped off' and it was quite rude since women can walk in too, tenfold you should cut their tits off to ensure equality.

sangwoo walked to the door, hoping trump didn't have so much swear accumulating on his forehead that the bullet would just fall.

sangwoo opened the door.

"who the fuck are you?" trump was in his suit playing golf like a fucking loser. "i told everyone to leave or i'd let out such a loud, terrifying sound that you'd fucking die on the spot."

"i'm the bitch who's committing operation JFK." sangwoo held out the glock.

"oh damn wait a damn moment wanna join—"

BANG

trump is dead lol